Re Zero Clown Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 148: Back To The SOS Planet No one’s POV: At the SOS planet, Zuno was already there. He was with Chistopher, Ruru and Tan's dead bodies. He was in a laboratory, watching them, lying down on their respective beds. Klayton then arrived at the area. He saw Zuno watching his robots. Klayton walked towards Zuno and tapped his back. “Hey, what are you doing there? Why are you just standing, reboot them. I want to talk with my robots!” Klayton playfully poked Zuno. Zuno then faced Klayton and bowed at him. “I am sorry again if I did not follow your order last time, Master Klayton.” Zuno apologized.

He is not looking at me, he is looking down at my naked body. Pushing his hand forward, Zero rubs my clit with his thumb, giving rise to the already burning desire to have him again, and again, and all night long. “ You are too perfect for me, ” He draws small circles over my clit as if rubbing the sore spot better. “ Well… ” I blink, smiling at him lazily. “ I think the same. ” Zero sinks his teeth into his lower lip before his eyes rise to mine. I lean close, my lips hovering above his seductively. “ I just discovered something… ”

Zero immediately ended the video call without waiting for Zeva's response. "Zerooo... don't run away! How could you suddenly cosplay as a teacher, giving me homework and all," grumbled Zeva.

“Let’s surprise him with your voice, Nina.” “Err…sure.” It is in loud speaker when he accepts the call. “Clarence, here’s a fuckin’ hiccup which is why I ask you to leave the apartment now.” “What’s up, Mr. Kim? Anything wrong with “Patient Zero”?” He grins while glancing at me. “Enough with your wisecracks, Clarence. Roacher and I have lost Gene.” “WHAT?!” I exclaim, jolt from another surprise of today.

Serves you right, girl. The man wiped his lips using his thumb and smiled at me. He was wearing a white dress shirt that was now wrinkled, and a few buttons were opened revealing his chiseled chest. His lips were red from the smooching. His hair was all messed up, but he still looked hella fine. He looked flirtatious too. Maybe even worse than Rico here. His dark eyes bore towards me, “Hi there, miss. My name is Zero. May I know yours?” He extended his hand, and now I just noticed that he had tattoos on his fingers up to his arms. The man knows he’s sexy, and that’s dangerous.

Coincidentally, the feet that Klaie used to step on Omeo face was the cheeks that suffered a lot of beating for today, and it was from a prodigal researcher, a human and a weird guy with a feet shaped like that of an animal. Omeo was the one to be unconscious once again after having to make almost al Sotiras and heroes faint to execute the plan. The retribution only for him had come so soon. The guy lips which was lowered and not smiling finally curled up as he slowly and coldly said under his breathe, "Welcome No. 000005 to our evolved monsters world, Researcher Omeo" Name: Klaie Ird Age: 1 000 years old Experimented No: 0000004

Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The storm itself seemed to hesitate. Standing at the edge of the clearing was the most feared person in the history of the network. The first subject. The first experiment. The first mistake. Subject Zero. And he looked nothing like the monster Ava had imagined. He wasn't enormous. He wasn't scarred. He wasn't surrounded by dark energy or impossible power. Instead, he looked like a young man—twenty-five at most—with dark hair damp from the rain, pale skin, and sharp features. Human. Terribly human.

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee

Slowly, the lingering ghosts of his three years of unemployment—the polite rejections, the humiliating coldness of the Hartwell estate, the quiet self-doubt that had eroded his confidence—began to burn away, replaced by a calm, unshakable certainty. Ethan Vale wasn't broken. He wasn't useless. His worth had never been zero. Actually, that number—zero—was his worth. Not as a measure of lack, but as an ideology, a truth he hadn't yet learned to claim. He was a Zerologist in the making, though the title meant nothing to him now, a stranger's word for a stranger's future. He simply didn't know it yet. The realization waited somewhere ahead of him, patient, inevitable, ready to reshape everything

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit